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had a virgin for so many years. You’re mine now, little pet, Mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you now…do you understand that?”
      “Yes, Sir, I do.”
      “You can call me Graeme again now, little pet.”
      “Thank you, Graeme, for not stopping.”
      “Thank you, kitten, for letting me take you. I’m amazed you’re here at all.”
      “I find you very…compelling,” she said with a smirk.
      He laughed. “You know, the girls at the Bank all think you’re very experienced. My cousin told me.”
      Olivia giggled. “Do they? Well, they all talk about their love life and their boyfriends and husbands, and I have nothing to say because I don’t have a love life or a boyfriend, so I just try to look mysterious and keep them guessing…”
      “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
      “My grandparents said I couldn’t go out with a man until I’m twenty one. My mother got pregnant and had me at sixteen, and then she dumped me with them and took off. We get postcards about twice a year…The last one was from Regina, in Canada.”
      “Do you still live at home, then?”
      “I did until just a few months ago. They moved into a care facility, and Grandfather found my bed-sitter for me in the paper. It was the cheapest rent he could find, so he took it over the telephone.”
      “Ah…well, now we’re going upstairs to my bedroom, baby, and we’re going to do it again, in bed, but this time, I’ll be gentle.”
      And he was. He kissed her and stroked her breasts, and sucked her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks with his tongue and skillful fingers. Her breath hitched and she felt those wonderful quivers starting in her belly again.
      When he felt she was ready he entered her slowly, kissing her, stroking her breast, his other hand caressing her curves, and he moved slowly and  gently until their passion built and both lost control and exploded. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms.
     
    THREE
      Graeme woke in the morning refreshe d . He looked down at the young woman still sleeping, her head on his chest, her legs wrapped in his, and he smiled.
      Oh, yes she may suit me very well. We’ll see how she does today. I thought I was only getting a night’s amusement, but I might have adopted a kitten...
      Graeme smiled down at Olivia, rolled her on her back, and stroked her from her clit all the way back to that little rosebud he planned to conquer soon, touching her softly at first, and then with more firmness, and then his fingers were playing with her clit, and sliding into her velvet depths. 
      Her eyes opened, confused at first, but then she realized where she was and she smiled up at Graeme. She was surprised but pleased she was still here with him. She’d thought he’d send her home in a taxi after...
      He was pleased but not surprised as she quickly became moist and ready for him. 
      This morning there were just simple, hard thrusts…she was tight, like a velvet glove squeezing his cock, and he loved it. They climaxed within seconds of each other. A sexual connection had formed between them, and it was satisfying to both of them.
      Graeme drove her to her bed-sitter that afternoo n , and he went through her clothes. She had three skirts, three pairs of dark trousers, two blazers and several blouses and shirts, three cardigans, and two jumpers. All were very demure, to wear to the Bank, all a little old fashioned, dark and dowdy, all a size too big, and the skirts all covered her knees. She only seemed to have one pair of shoes for work, well-worn black pumps with a low heel and a beat-up pair of trainers. Her clothes were clean and neatly hung up. The only other items she seemed to possess were an old mackintosh, an equally old anorak, two hand knit pullovers and a pair of jeans. Oh, and two tee shirts that had probably come from a charity shop. Every item was at least one size too big for her. Her underwear was white, cotton, and unflattering.
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